My Little Miracle

Brooke Anne...my little miracle.

She is the part of me that is a miracle

She is the sun that kills the shadows I don’t want to be in

The earth that holds the oceans afloat, she taught me how to swim

She is a part of me, the only branch on my tree…she is nothing short of the most amazing song

She is to infinity as infinity is to beyond

She’s the dream that speaks to me, the wine that winds me down

The sleep I need when I've been running all over this town…she’s there

Even when she’s not she’s there, she’s everywhere

She’s got a paintbrush of imagination and she wont stop painting

The halls will be rainbows and the clouds will be our friends

Until we meet again...my beautiful Brooke

Like a blade of grass you've grown up too fast…yet it’s only been two years, 30 months…only 924 days of your grace but I can’t count the ways you have changed me. I can't count how many memories we've made, the little sheets on your bed, those little pillows where you rest your weary head and the hidden sign language under every sock at every sock puppet show…they say I love you…I’ll cherish you like a homeless man taking a shower. I’ll always shower you with every intention that every drop that lands on you is full of my love, and my undivided affection…

You are the only love I will always know that will be there, near or far…if you set sail I will bleed the oceans dry and follow the footprints on the ocean floor that you left for me, as if you were walking on the ocean floor leaving breadcrumbs of the sea, I would know how to find them…because I would never stop. 

It amazes me how your eyes light so bright as if on a roller-coaster ride for the first time…and you’re just throwing a rock in some water and that amazes you, because she see’s the beauty in the most simple things at such a simple age and I see now that she’s the simple things in life. The little things that grow like mountains inside us that make the mountains outside feel like grains of sand

Like when she holds my hand…

Such a little grip can drown out everything bad and sad and even with the weight of the world on me, it just pushes my toes deeper in the sand that I thought were mountains…and I think that is a miracle. 

The eighth wonder of the world, this wonderful girl…spun from gold and pressed like a diamond…it’s beyond me. I can’t even try it and hell yes I’m biased because she is a part of me, and I never thought part of me as a miracle and because of you I am now part imperial. A manifesting of a supernatural act of God, of science, of love and all things beautiful…

You are my little miracle…

My beautiful Brooke.

Reviews

[Eddie Phillips]

A powerful transcendent masterpiece of perfection. I am amazed at the construction and passion of this poem. You write with such emotion and conviction. I loved it my friend. Such love and emotion you shared in this. Thank you for showing us a piece of your heart in this.

[Derek Nall]

Thanks a lot man...this is definitely my proudest piece. I had to show you the tree metaphor too haha.

[Eddie Phillips]

You killed it man. It was amazing. I love the footprints on the ocean floor. It is original and well placed.

[Derek Nall]

It was weird while I was writing it, everything just came to me just right...had some great inspiration though. Thanks again for the kind words sir! Means a lot.

[Subrat]

well....Derek, it is definitely one of the best poem i have ever enjoyed. truly man. Keep writing like this and keep on rocking. Its now crystal clear that you are blessed.

[Derek Nall]

Wow, thank you! I'm really glad you felt a part of it :)

[Taylor]

Great. Re-visit the metre and re-present it, and it would be a truly classic poem, right up there with the 19 and 20th Century greats.

[Kelsey O'Connell]

Beautifully written, definitely worth the read! Your emotion is conveyed in every line with perfect conviction.

[Derek Nall]

Thank you for reading it :)

[Zachary_James]

OK this is amazing, what an amazing tribute to someone so special in your heart. I thought this was incredible in so many ways. Fantastic job!

[Derek Nall]

Thank you sir!

[emmajoy]

' She is a part of me, the only branch on my tree…she is nothing short of the most amazing song ~ She is to infinity as infinity is to beyond '

The words above jumped out at me but your entire poem is BEAUTIFUL, truly beautiful. So approve the way you've set out this post, as if the first part is a gentle list then the magical story continues and enlarges on how you feel. Am smiling.

[Derek Nall]

Thank you so much! This is my first review ever :) truly appreciate it!